Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #105; Blood Whore 13
Halloween decorations have been put away until next year, and the fall/autumn/Thanksgiving ones are up in their place. Well, except for the darned acorn candle I cannot find. Guh.
November's prompt is I'll make a deal with you. You don't necessarily have to use the exact quote, so long as your entry conveys the offer of a deal. You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until November 30 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Blood Whore 13
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature!fic, explicit sex
Word count: 1055
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 105 - I'll make a deal with you
♦ Gift for JMDC No. 104 winner dracogotgame, who asked for more of Blood Whore
Summary: Does Draco dare make a deal with the devil?
The following day, Draco made some inquiries and managed to hire a house-elf that would come to the flat three times a week to cook and clean. She arrived shortly before noon.
"You is having a nice home, Mister Malfoy," she said, looking around. "Tassie will keep it clean for you and be fixing you some food. You is too thin, Mister Malfoy."
Draco left her to it and tried to find some way to stay occupied. Reading failed to hold his interest, and he found himself wishing for some ingredients to brew potions with. Even brewing some simple, medicinal draughts would help stave off boredom.
Tassie found Draco less than an hour later. "Lunch is being ready, Mister Malfoy."
Draco sat down to a simple but satisfying repast. Having a house-elf again, even one who was being paid for her service, was familiar enough to make him nostalgic for the days when he lived in the Manor and had no responsibilities, other than to earn good marks at Hogwarts.
When Tassie left, the flat was all but sparkling, and there was enough food in the refrigerator for Draco's meals for the next two days. By then, it was late afternoon, and Draco was becoming anxious...and aroused. Potter would arrive soon, lusting after Draco's blood and body, and he would slake that lust on Draco without mercy. Draco's cock hardened at the prospect, and his face flushed with shame. He heaved a sigh and went to the guest room to prepare for the night ahead.
~*~
"You smell incredible."
"That's Tassie's cooking," Draco said, hating how breathless he sounded.
"No," Potter murmured, approaching and pressing his nose against Draco's neck. "It's your scent that calls to me. You're aroused, Malfoy. Don't bother denying it."
A shaky sigh fell from Draco's lips. "Sex is sex, Potter," he whispered. "It has nothing to do with you."
Potter's grip on Draco tightened. "You would spread your legs for anyone?"
Draco recognized he was on dangerous ground here. "Not everyone can afford me," he said.
"You would do well to remember that, Malfoy," hissed Potter. He released Draco and turned him in the direction of the bedroom. "Get in there, unless you want me to fuck you on the sofa."
Draco quivered in anticipation, even as he entered the bedroom as ordered. Draco was wearing his red silk knickers, in hopes that Potter would not be tempted to introduce bondage to their encounter. Was it not enough that Draco was already a virtual prisoner?
"Remove your clothes," Potter instructed.
Draco did so, keeping his movements slow and measured. Potter seemed to enjoy a good strip tease. Once he was down to just his trousers and knickers, Draco's cock was throbbing in need of relief. He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down, revealing the scarlet knickers.
Potter made a rough noise in his throat, and Draco froze uncertainly. "Leave the knickers on," said Potter. "Lie on the bed and open your legs."
Draco gulped, but he did as he was told. His cock ached inside of the knickers, and there was no disguising his rampant erection. He sucked in a breath and held it when Potter crouched over him on the bed.
Potter leaned close to nuzzle Draco's neck again. Draco arched, baring his throat, but Potter surprised him by dragging his nose down Draco's torso and lower. Potter buried his nose in Draco's groin, drawing another shocked gasp from Draco.
Potter raised his head, his smirk displaying his fangs. "One night, I will drink from that delightfully plump vein in your cock," he said.
The words dampened Draco's ardor like nothing else could. He felt his erection flag.
"But, not tonight," Potter continued, as if he hadn't noticed Draco's sudden lack of enthusiasm. "Tonight, I shall feast on your femoral artery."
That was all the warning Draco got before Potter's fangs struck. He cried out as Potter clamped onto the inside of his right thigh, and then Draco moaned at the exquisite sensation. Potter drank from him, one hand holding Draco's thigh in place, while his other hand kneaded Draco's groin. Draco's cock swelled again rapidly, and he began to make small thrusting motions against Potter's hand.
When Potter had satisfied his thirst for blood, he gripped Draco's knickers in his hand and tore them open. Draco gasped again, but he was far too aroused to protest the ruination of the expensive silk. Potter wrenched Draco's legs wide open and covered Draco with his body. He guided his cock to Draco's lubed entrance and penetrated him with a savage thrust. Draco keened, and his hips rose, impaling himself further on Potter's cock.
The sex was rough and fast, almost brutal in its intensity. Potter was fucking Draco in search of his own release, caring little whether or not Draco enjoyed it. Draco tried to work a hand between them, but Potter's body was pressing into his. The friction of his stomach rubbing back and forth over Draco's prick was the only stimulation Draco was getting. Fortunately, it was all Draco needed. He cried out and thrashed as his orgasm crashed through him.
Draco wilted back on the bed, breath coming in harsh pants as Potter continued slamming into him. Potter growled near Draco's ear and tensed above him. Draco grimaced as he felt Potter's release spurt inside of him. Potter waited a moment before pulling out. He shifted to lie beside Draco and fingered the torn remnants of Draco's knickers.
"You need new knickers," Potter mused.
Draco organized his thoughts before speaking up. "If I'm to go shopping for knickers, I'd like to procure some potions ingredients, as well." Perhaps Potter would be in an agreeable mood after a bout of sex.
"Why?" is all that Potter asked.
"I get bored during the day," Draco muttered. "I would like to brew some simple draughts." He held his breath, awaiting Potter's response.
"I'll make a deal with you, Malfoy," said Potter. "You may buy potions ingredients and brew, if you consent to using the handcuffs tomorrow night."
Blood Whore 14
November's prompt is I'll make a deal with you. You don't necessarily have to use the exact quote, so long as your entry conveys the offer of a deal. You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until November 30 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Blood Whore 13
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Creature!fic, explicit sex
Word count: 1055
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 105 - I'll make a deal with you
♦ Gift for JMDC No. 104 winner dracogotgame, who asked for more of Blood Whore
Summary: Does Draco dare make a deal with the devil?
The following day, Draco made some inquiries and managed to hire a house-elf that would come to the flat three times a week to cook and clean. She arrived shortly before noon.
"You is having a nice home, Mister Malfoy," she said, looking around. "Tassie will keep it clean for you and be fixing you some food. You is too thin, Mister Malfoy."
Draco left her to it and tried to find some way to stay occupied. Reading failed to hold his interest, and he found himself wishing for some ingredients to brew potions with. Even brewing some simple, medicinal draughts would help stave off boredom.
Tassie found Draco less than an hour later. "Lunch is being ready, Mister Malfoy."
Draco sat down to a simple but satisfying repast. Having a house-elf again, even one who was being paid for her service, was familiar enough to make him nostalgic for the days when he lived in the Manor and had no responsibilities, other than to earn good marks at Hogwarts.
When Tassie left, the flat was all but sparkling, and there was enough food in the refrigerator for Draco's meals for the next two days. By then, it was late afternoon, and Draco was becoming anxious...and aroused. Potter would arrive soon, lusting after Draco's blood and body, and he would slake that lust on Draco without mercy. Draco's cock hardened at the prospect, and his face flushed with shame. He heaved a sigh and went to the guest room to prepare for the night ahead.
~*~
"You smell incredible."
"That's Tassie's cooking," Draco said, hating how breathless he sounded.
"No," Potter murmured, approaching and pressing his nose against Draco's neck. "It's your scent that calls to me. You're aroused, Malfoy. Don't bother denying it."
A shaky sigh fell from Draco's lips. "Sex is sex, Potter," he whispered. "It has nothing to do with you."
Potter's grip on Draco tightened. "You would spread your legs for anyone?"
Draco recognized he was on dangerous ground here. "Not everyone can afford me," he said.
"You would do well to remember that, Malfoy," hissed Potter. He released Draco and turned him in the direction of the bedroom. "Get in there, unless you want me to fuck you on the sofa."
Draco quivered in anticipation, even as he entered the bedroom as ordered. Draco was wearing his red silk knickers, in hopes that Potter would not be tempted to introduce bondage to their encounter. Was it not enough that Draco was already a virtual prisoner?
"Remove your clothes," Potter instructed.
Draco did so, keeping his movements slow and measured. Potter seemed to enjoy a good strip tease. Once he was down to just his trousers and knickers, Draco's cock was throbbing in need of relief. He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down, revealing the scarlet knickers.
Potter made a rough noise in his throat, and Draco froze uncertainly. "Leave the knickers on," said Potter. "Lie on the bed and open your legs."
Draco gulped, but he did as he was told. His cock ached inside of the knickers, and there was no disguising his rampant erection. He sucked in a breath and held it when Potter crouched over him on the bed.
Potter leaned close to nuzzle Draco's neck again. Draco arched, baring his throat, but Potter surprised him by dragging his nose down Draco's torso and lower. Potter buried his nose in Draco's groin, drawing another shocked gasp from Draco.
Potter raised his head, his smirk displaying his fangs. "One night, I will drink from that delightfully plump vein in your cock," he said.
The words dampened Draco's ardor like nothing else could. He felt his erection flag.
"But, not tonight," Potter continued, as if he hadn't noticed Draco's sudden lack of enthusiasm. "Tonight, I shall feast on your femoral artery."
That was all the warning Draco got before Potter's fangs struck. He cried out as Potter clamped onto the inside of his right thigh, and then Draco moaned at the exquisite sensation. Potter drank from him, one hand holding Draco's thigh in place, while his other hand kneaded Draco's groin. Draco's cock swelled again rapidly, and he began to make small thrusting motions against Potter's hand.
When Potter had satisfied his thirst for blood, he gripped Draco's knickers in his hand and tore them open. Draco gasped again, but he was far too aroused to protest the ruination of the expensive silk. Potter wrenched Draco's legs wide open and covered Draco with his body. He guided his cock to Draco's lubed entrance and penetrated him with a savage thrust. Draco keened, and his hips rose, impaling himself further on Potter's cock.
The sex was rough and fast, almost brutal in its intensity. Potter was fucking Draco in search of his own release, caring little whether or not Draco enjoyed it. Draco tried to work a hand between them, but Potter's body was pressing into his. The friction of his stomach rubbing back and forth over Draco's prick was the only stimulation Draco was getting. Fortunately, it was all Draco needed. He cried out and thrashed as his orgasm crashed through him.
Draco wilted back on the bed, breath coming in harsh pants as Potter continued slamming into him. Potter growled near Draco's ear and tensed above him. Draco grimaced as he felt Potter's release spurt inside of him. Potter waited a moment before pulling out. He shifted to lie beside Draco and fingered the torn remnants of Draco's knickers.
"You need new knickers," Potter mused.
Draco organized his thoughts before speaking up. "If I'm to go shopping for knickers, I'd like to procure some potions ingredients, as well." Perhaps Potter would be in an agreeable mood after a bout of sex.
"Why?" is all that Potter asked.
"I get bored during the day," Draco muttered. "I would like to brew some simple draughts." He held his breath, awaiting Potter's response.
"I'll make a deal with you, Malfoy," said Potter. "You may buy potions ingredients and brew, if you consent to using the handcuffs tomorrow night."
Blood Whore 14